A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.

Cars are little privacy cocoons that we take with us. If you could refuel while driving you could, theoretically, stay moving forever.

(Man, I wish life had emoticons, you know? So that when your dad pisses you off you could like click a mental button or something and just show him one of those rolleyes. That would rock) Anyway.

We humans have the capacity to wreak horrors on each other. But we also have the capacity to survive those horrors.

And it's true. It's so true. All those years of loving Zik because he never asked about Eve... I never realized, I never understood. It was his job as my best friend not to ask. But it was my job as his best friend to tell him without being asked.

What if a puppet could cut its own strings, and in that act of defiance and strength of will become truly alive? Become is own puppetmaster?

What was the opposite of linkage blindness? What described being certain of something without any kind of evidence?...The term was faith.